Henry “Hank” Chinaski is a bit of a boar, but he’s far from boring. He just loves pussy and can’t stand pussies. He’s prone to call me one from time to time. Something I’ve noticed is the chip on his shoulder gets lighter the heavier his head gets. He’s a straight-shooter that shoots shots straight.
Kilgore Trout is a pacificist unafraid to rage about the ills of war, and boy, does he enjoy the absurd. He’s particularly fond of doodling dirty drawings on napkins. Claims to have art on display in bathroom stalls across America.
H.L. Fat is a loner, and a possible prophet, genius, time traveller, sociopath, or alien. Speaks hardly when spoken to, but most often when not.
Santiago is the bartender. He might be the bar’s original owner, but I’ll never ask. Hank’s kind enough to remind me that’ s because I’m a pussy. But here’s a secret – Hank won’t ask either.
Old Men at the Bar 
I like it…I like it a lot! I can’t wait to tread more!